#enjoy lil dude

[chick-it-out]

[veryasianfailure]

Was planning on making some character pins for myself but never got around the pin making part The characters are from the Lil' Pootis series from @quazies on yt!

[wildflowercryptid]

the kalosian worms are quickly eating away at my brain, folks.

[spicyet]

What are you looking for here? Scroll back up.

Just kidding, here’s a treat:

[flowerakatsuka]

clingy ass

[thereaderinsertlady]

Based off of @camprell-art 's reblog :3

WAAAH THIS TOOK FOREVER MY HAND IS FALLIN OFF AHRGRGG anyways, in remembrance of @cottoncanderino spending like an hr or 2 on a lil twitter icon only to cover up the background with a (ahem) rather big-chested character, here are closeups of the icons in the pic

[slippinninque]

Fontaine likes pretty things

(and yes, that includes you too)

Soo, I don't even know where this came from? Maybe two things.

I just imagined Fontaine seeing something and going 'my baby would look good in that shit'.

And Fontaine would be his lady's #1 fan. Like, no questions asked.

(I also feel like he'll have some unconventional likings, y'know? i don't know lmao it's late)

I'm not sure how long it is, but I sure hope you enjoy it! All feedback appreciated!

warnings: 18+, cursing, use of the n-word, smoking, over all rambling of a sleep deprived writer

Your hair was finally the way you wanted.

Taking a step back, you couldn't resist putting your hands on your hips and muttering to yourself,

"Well, damn it he was right."

You looked good.

Plumb purple and soft, the lace basque was dotted with shimmering golden beading. The sweeping pattern accentuated the softness of your middle, the shapeliness of your thighs.

It wasn't that you didn't like your body, lingerie just made you feel...pressured to look perfect. This was different, though. Way different. You even added a spritz of your favorite perfume

The delicateness of the fabric had you nervous to put it on, but now that you were encased in it--you felt sensual. You felt--

"You gonna come out here and lemme see?"

You jumped and answered reflexively, "Yes!"

Fuck.

Before you could stall any longer, you left the bathroom and followed the low sound of music to the front room.

Fontaine made a noise like he felt something good just by looking at you.

He sat in the armchair puffing on a blunt as he rolled another, little clouds crowning him as he took his fill of you.

Fontaine took charge as soon as you came home from work. He had dinner waiting and a bath, only asking that you wear what was in the box that was placed on the sink's counter.

You came close enough to touch, "Well?"

Fontaine hummed and tilted his head to meet your gaze with open look of smug desire, "Don't 'well' me, girl. You like it, right?"

You bunched up your lips, looking around the living room with a neutral hum. You couldn't make it too easy for him.

He reached out to brush the backs of his knuckles along the lacey designs before him, "You said to me that if I got you something that you fuck with, I can get as much of it for you as I wanted."

Ah, fuck. "I did, I-I did say that."

"So that means...what?"

You felt the smile but aimed it up at the ceiling, "Means I can't say nothing but thank you when you bring it to me."

"Hn. Bet you didn't think your man was gonna know what you like?" Fontaine made a show of shaking his head, as if disappointed.

"Oh stop, it ain't gonna stop you from rubbing it in." You said, waving him away.

"Damn straight."

Fontaine slipped the blunt between your fingers, distracting you long enough for him to reach onto the side table to grab a thin box.

Your eyes widened as you watched him pluck off the top of the box to show glittering, matching stockings.

With that box in his lap, Fontaine looked up at you and wore that his best 'please, baby' face--completed by a kiss to your stomach.

What else could you do? You nod and took pull.

"That's my girl."

Fontaine deftly rolled the first stocking down and when you stepped into it, he gently fitted the fabric up your calf. His wide hand smoothed up from your ankle to your thigh, attaching the small clasp of the basque.

When he leaned in to nip at the fabric stretched over your knee, you realized the gold beading matched his grills. Rubbing his cheek in the same spot, you shivered when you felt his beard tug.

You hit the blunt hard a few more times before leaning over him to flick it into the ashtray. Fontaine inhaled, catching the scent of your perfume and groaning softly.

'This man is out of control.'

"These go fuckin' perfect." His words brought you out of your head, "Pretty, pretty girl."

Fontaine always touched you with absolute focus and this time was no different. Helping your other foot into the stocking and clasp, rubbing and kneading your skin until the praises he muttered melted you down.

"You look so fucking good, baby." his voice was rougher than it had been all night, "Ain't nothing pinching? Anythin' feel loose?"

"It feels good. I really do like it, 'Taine, promise."you said as you went into his lap and looped your arms around his neck, "I want to know what else you want to see me in."

Fontaine ran a hand along your flank, "Maybe...Maybe some heels."

"Mhm. I'd wear them for you." You struck your legs in your best attempt at a pin-up pose and watched Fontaine's eyes trace the line "I want the ones with the little pom-pom. Y'know, classy."

Fontaine bounced you in his lap in protest, " 'Course you would. I wanna see that ass in them-in them pointy shits. What are they called?"

"Pointy shits."

Fontaine smacked his lips and you shrugged a shoulder, reaching for the blunt again. Fontaine grabbed the one he tucked behind his ear in time to share a flame with you.

You watched him watch you, unable to stop the grin from forming as he ran his finger tips over beads and lace.

"So...you're going to stare at me all night?"

That grin slipped and gave way to an open look of hunger. Fontaine's hold turned into a soft grip, pulling you closer to him so he could finally kiss you. Slow, searing, promising--over too soon.

When he pulled back, he pressed his cheek to yours.

"Go in our room and put on the pink one. I'll tear that shit up off you--this one's my favorite."

You jerked back, blinking at him.

Now you knew this man was about to be on, but maybe you could beat him there...

You were up on your feet and hurrying to the bedroom and Fontaine was only a beat behind you.

[elfcollector]

WE’RE EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE...HE’S DEAD.

THE MURDER OF SONIC THE HEDGEHOG (2023) — developed by SEGA

[p3achj3llyf1sh]

Dadnic and Dadow, for my ever withering soul

[roses-luckride-art]

Hey Riddler fans, how we doing today?

[jestierabbit]

Ostober Day 6: Black and White

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

YOU'LL HAVE TO TRY HARDER TO SILENCE THIS CHORUS

Left to right: Valora "Volleyball" Balin, Katie Jensen, Charles "Charlie" Palomo, Antoine Bitters, John "Smith" Andersmith and Mitchell Matthews Definitely a picture taken post war to me, but I had to give the rebels some love they deserve <3

[nicerockinkid]

Mason putting on his Voice Changer was WAY too funny not to compile together. Clips used from both Joko's YT Stream and Cooper's YT Stream!

[picklesthenonbeanary]

@certainlynotclock i drew your guy. was gonna post earlier but my phone isn't able to access tumblr rn so :/

anyway, here you go. good luck on your journey for salt!

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

Finally catching up on the Horizons episodes I missed 👍

[chaoticlad]

Y'know, something I really like about the smg4 fandom us that none of us really have a heartstopping amount of likes or fame. We're all kind of just a small fandom that shares our silly lil doodles n' maybe masterpeices that take hours of work, kinda like a school presentation but fun. Some of us do have large amounts of people supporting us, but mostly all of us just make doodles for fun n' hope we just entertain others. Some fandoms I've been a part of are huge and have tens of thousands of likes or fans, but ones like smg4 just feel like a warmer and more similar leveled place, y'know?

(this'll probably sit in my draft for months)